Once upon a time there were 2 little girls
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And they said how are we gonna make it in this world?
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We're eating toothpaste and blue playdough,
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We got a dress up box with no place to go
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Alright, now it's your turn
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It's alright and we're taking that turn
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You're telling everyone I had too many shoes
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A paradise with parents that we never got to choose
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Well you never knew about the life I had.
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Worst of all you'll see someday
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Is the things in life that got taken away
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But you can't feel how hard this is.
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You don't know what it's like to be me
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You just know what it's like to be mean
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Don't come to my shows no more no
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Don't come near me -- no-no-no
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Alright, now it's low tide
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It's alright now we're surfing that tide
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I'm sure it's nothing glamorous to you
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Fighting and throwing up, a gun for two
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Silence and shame, no one to blame.
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We grew up all girl somehow
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If feels like men crawling over me now
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My body my brain my fingernails.
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We don't like you anymore
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And we don't care now what's the score
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We can see you hiding there
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In sold-out shows but I don't care
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Alright, now it's your turn
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It's alright and we're taking that turn
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Alright, now it's low tide
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It's alright and we're surfing that tide
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You don't know what its like to be me
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You just know what it's like to be mean
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Don't come to my shows no more no
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Don't come near me-- no
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Eating Toothpaste
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